1717 Tasting Notes
Second experience with this as easygoing as the first. Cold steeped in the fridge and enjoying it iced. The extended soak gives the keemun time to come out, so it’s a little richer, but still has a candy flavor to it. But not chemically.
Wishing this had come my way a little earlier in the season—it’s very springy-summery in personality. Wonder what a cinnamon stick would do to it…
This one is going to take some thought and experimentation. Started the morning with 4 pearls to a 16 oz cup—maybe one more next time. First sip of the first steep and I wasn’t getting much flavor, just a thick, rich texture. As it cools, however, we’re getting something smoky, cedar-y, and a little sweet.
Good morning, Terriharplady and thanks for the chance to try this. Taking a couple days off work (too many weeks in overdrive) to tend to house/home, kith/kin, paperwork/piddling…so there may be a little time to think on this one some more.
A work friend brought this to me, acquired on a trip to Washington D.C. The bag actually says “Cherry Blossom Tea” with a different label, but comparable description leads me to believe it’s the same thing. I will gladly stand corrected.
At any rate, this is kinda tasty for a bagged gift tea. A keemun and cherry blend; the cherry has a very sweet cotton-candy vibe. Not getting a lot of keemun, but it was made sloppily, bag-in in a microwave. Thrown over ice, it flies as a decent dessert tea.
We had just intended to go window shopping…wrong side of payday to do much more than that. But desperate times call for desperate measures, especially when your local shop is discontinuing your favorite bagged strawberry tea ever.
The upside, however, was that the 50-bag boxes were marked down to 99 cents. Two cents a cup. Take that, Cheapster Steepsters :) Dug around in the dregs of my purse for coins and small change and bought the last three boxes.
Worth it, even if I’m running on penny fumes. (Poverty builds character, right?)
Trying to find an accurate descriptor for the week that doesn’t make me sound like the Queen of Hyperbole. It’s just been rough, personally, physically, and professionally: like your soul’s been dragged across a cheese grater. (No, that’s not adjectivally excessive at all.)
So there was nothing more appropriate to start bandaging the bruises at quittin’ time than a long, strong (8 minutes) steep of tulsi made gentler with a generous wad of homegrown lemon verbena (courtesy of k s). Coupled with a lap cat that makes paw circles in the air when you scratch in the magic spot, the acid adrenalin is starting to subside a little.